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Showing posts with label hurry on sundown. Show all posts

Thursday, December 23, 2021

Christmas Comes Early!

 



Well, for the Compound, which got the Christmas gift of a band new Luxaire HVAC system. The old unit, a Carrier, had soldiered on for thirty years and then died. "No big deal," said Craig the camouflaged air tech, "You can always wrap up in a blanket, right?" 


Good Dog


"Yes," I replied with a grin, "or a space heater." We laughed and for a fact, Climate Change is weighing in at a Californian *80, so it's not mission critical. Still, what will tomorrow bring? It may bring rain or it may bring snow. That in mind, it's good to know we've got it covered. In the meanwhile, Blue takes it easy, as an old gentleman should.



In other news, the Archbishop of Canterbury, Justsin Welby, is telling the world that not getting jabbed with an experimental gene serum is anti-Christian because getting the vax is an act of love and concern for your fellow persyns.




Archbishop Vigano calls this ecclesial kowtowing to secular power Deep Church, a willing accomplice to the Deep State. Note that both are apparently godless, the one apostate and the other professedly atheist, they believe "the science."




But who's behind the strangely deceitful science of vaccines which don't vaccinate you and the sheer lie that biology has nothing whatsoever to do with whether you're a woman or a man.

Don't say Baphomet.

Crux Sacra Sit Mihi Lux,

LSP

Friday, December 17, 2021

Operation Barn Sale #1


 

Lo and behold, Barn Sale #1: '08 Kubota Tractor, Shredder, Gooseneck Trailer, Headgate & Mini Chute, Air Compressor(s), Power Washer, Ear Tags, Complete Scaffold (wheeled), Tools,  Fence Panels (10 set deal, $80 bucks a panel my friend) and on.




So that was all good. But let's see what tomorrow brings, and remember that one man's trash is another one's treasure. "How much?" pause, "Make me an offer, I think your tractor needs that." Another pause, walk away, "Twenty Dollars!" Turn 'round, "No sir." Reflection, "$30, last offer." Sold. That was my pal, selling machine.

And on. So today was good, let's see what tomorrow  brings.

Cash is King,

LSP